Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Audionom,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Model 500,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.